Another Man's Land

[Eluoh]

Another Man's Land

I can’t fathom the aptitude of your resilience, distance is the existence I have come to know, and it is insidious. (A bit forceful with the word choice and word play here.)
The smell of my lonely room conjures the shadow of people I do not associate with--
when the lights are out.  (You're adding a last minute statement to the previous line, and it does not work well in this setup.  Maybe start with "When the lights are out" before conveying the conjuring of others' shadows.)
These villainous shadows lurk at every flicker of light, encroaching with a grand scheme.
Their master plan. I know a thing or two about master plans.  ("Their master plan." is an incomplete sentence, and in regards to flow it is not easy on the mind to read, and it doesn't work well to leave it so incomplete.)
They are dramatized, acted out, pure talent looking to scout.  (This sentence is a little frustrating to read.  The punctuation is iffy for me, and there's something that's too incomplete about it.)
Master plans are a man’s scam at every flicker that life generates. (You've already used "at every flicker", and it is now distastefully repetitive)
Every moon set, every smiling compliment with hands tied.
They grow a romance bud, left to bloom, with a bottle of miracle grow in hand.
All the options come pre-canned; a ready con-man. (What options are you referring to?  The reader gets lost here.)
Now I formed a river, a yard, and a man. A house, and a distant land; grew trees and fruit.  (How and why did you get to this point?)
“No vacincy” is up with a room to fill. (Vacancy*)
They knock and they mock, they try to fit their key in the lock. But I’ll wait with my shadows. (Two sentences that don't need to be separated with periods, and would actually work with a semicolon compared to all of the semicolons you've already used.)
It’s distressing when the sun sets, the shadows engulf the land, and an uncanny world comes to stand. (You have used the word "shadows" too much.)
It dances and smiles, and she likes the idea of a child...but it is just a master plan at this moment of life’s flicker.  ("Master plan" here is repetitive and "life's flicker", although not used in that exact wording, has already come to light for us as well.)
The day comes to rise, and off comes his disguise, just a man with a plan, and a key in his hand off to try again in another man’s land.  (Wait, who--what--where--why--how?  It's all confusing.)

Erthona said most of what I was thinking when I read this.  It's too overdone in areas, and because of that any good meaning is lost, and there are too many sentences that go off in different directions from each other.  I had no idea what you were ultimately trying to convey, and the title of the poem didn't help me figure it out either.  There are a lot of incomplete and overdone sentences that need more work.  It seems like this would be a great poem if it wasn't so messy.